There's This Trend On Twitter Of Drawing Miku From Your Country So I Did Miku From My Country

I support your gf,it's an obligation to watch haikuuu once in a lifetime

Im sorry for the person im becoming because my gf thought it was a good idea to make me start haikyuu.

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Guys, gals and others.

I did something.

Ok y'all are crazy 60 NOTES ON MY FIRST ONE SHOT?!

Gave you some Sanji ,today I have a little idea with BUGGY because I'm a clown

Buggy loved to be an entertainer ,I mean he was a clown,it was his destiny to perform and make people laugh .

But his favorite person to see laugh is you,his favorite person on his crew. Yeah you were just a chore person but without you ,the ship would be a mess.

After a long day of washing the ship and doing the dishes of those party people,you start walking to your shared cabin with other crew members ,passing by a few members laughing and probably too drunk.

You then saw a decapitated head thrown your way.You do your best to catch it,unstable as the waves hits the ship.

"What'ya doing (y/n) ,not wanting to laugh a little tonight?"

You looked at the head,a (huge) red nose in the middle of the face ,you recognized the head of your captain.You shook your head,making up an excuse to go in your cabin and go sleep early tonight,not wanting to wobble ,on a moving ship.

"Come on you can relax a bit , chores can wait later!"

You sigh as your Captain's head escape from your hands to get glued back on his body,soon a hand get in yours to force you to join the drunk pirates.Joining the circle around your ALSO drunk captain who goes back to telling jokes.

You have a good laugh ,drinking and watching your crew too.At the dawn of the day ,you watch the sun rise, enjoying the warmth getting on your face.You also realize that you haven't slept and your day is about to start by doing the dishes of the cooks doing breakfast.

In awe with the sunrise, you get out of your transe when the blue haired captain put his arm around your shoulders.No words, watching the sky getting orange and red.

"Why don't you come with us more often?You know you're always welcomed?

-Hm yeah,I like my job but I just don't like to be around people too much,the people in the kitchen are already too much for me , you giggle

-Ok but if you felt uncomfortable,tell me ok?I'll throw them overboard "

You laugh,covering your mouth with your hands and Buggy is clearly staring ,trying to engrave the memory in his brain.Your laugh was the most beautiful sound he ever heard ,your eyes shining with the first sun rays.

Days after days ,you started to notice your comfort rise and rise,first you had your own cabin now,the kitchen staff got reduced and the crew started to invite you to their late parties after shows... And now you're drinking your glass,laughing at the crew's jokes.Soon music started and your tipsy form started to dance in the middle of the crew.

Buggy was just staring at you on his throne,lazily half laying on it,leaning on the arm rests.Your body just moving along his crew,he enjoyed throwing parties just to watch you drink and smile , enjoying yourself and laughing.

Buggy made his way in the crowd,at least his hands did ,just to rest on your hips,sliding his fingers under your shirt as you shivered, recognizing those gloves you were washing every few months .

After a few hours of partying,drinking and dancing you went outside,letting the fresh air of the night hit you in the face.The owner of the hands on your hips following you.

"If you keep undressing me with your eyes ,I might catch a cold"

You never knew you had a flirty side but the alcohol running in your blood awakes it.

"You know I wouldn't let a crew member get sick ,it's a shame I'll have to keep you really close to warm up your body"

You saw him get a few drinks too.You were both tipsy,in the cold,and probably ready to just rip each other's lips.

"Such a shame my captain have to take care of his crew , he rolled his eyes, mumbling curses

-Yeah yeah,don't tell me I didn't take care of you ,when I saw those puppy dog eyes"

You laughed and looked at his painted lips,you suddenly felt like two magnets just sticking to each other,his hands were all over you,yours in his blue long locks.

This night was the start of 20 long years of marriage until Buggy took his leave on the pirate job and settled with you in your hometown ,letting you open a little bakery where you sold a special:

The clown night special, a blue cake with red and white icing with a strawberry on top.

Let's say your husband didn't like this cake too much as he often ate the strawberry "by mistake"...

Hope you liked it besties! Lots of love and drink water!

Take care!

My comfort art is just them happy :| (the "ate a Lego" made me cackle cause I did that-)

todofam !!

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Gap on my resume because I had to do me

crazy how society only allows men to walk around with their nipples out ? 🤨

I had enough

The Pebble

Synopsis | The pebble-picking courtship rituals of penguins may just be the key to winning your heart and saving Sukuna's sore tushy.

Content | fem!reader x Sukuna, fluff, sweetness, smol angst, penguins!

"Nothing!" You say, completely unprompted, voice cracking slightly as you shove a suspicious something-or-other into your pocket. You turn to face Sukuna as he closes the distance down the sidewalk where you'd ran ahead.

"Again?" He he deadpans, voice flat and thick with judgement. "Like you need any more."

"This one was kind of pink...like your hair," you pout with childlike innocence, scuffing your foot.

"Where are you even keeping all of these rocks?" He asks, knowing fully they've been dotting odd corners of your home as of late. He's found them popping up on windowsills, countertops, even clunking around in the laundry on the not-so-infrequent occasion you forget to take them out of your pocket.

You offer a shrug and non-commital murmur, still sulking.

"Fine," He yields, annoyed yet secretly enamored with your odd fixation. "Let me see it."

Smiling brightly, you plunk the little pink stone into the palm of his large hand, bobbing slightly on your toes, awaiting his appraisal.

"Hmm. It is kind of pink." He concedes, squinting down his nose at it with the air of a much older man.

****

Returning home later that week, seeking the comfort of his favorite chair, he sinks tired and battle-worn into its plush cushion only to be met with a sharp jab to the rump. Jolting up from his seat, he swipes away a jagged stone from its cushion, cursing as he plops himself down once more, scorning your infernal hobby.

=JAB=

Jumping up a second time, he flings away the cushion revealing another lumpy pinkish rock that slipped its way beneath the plush seat making a mockery of his sore and sullied behind.

"Woman..." he growls.

****

Another night, over dinner, you wave your chopsticks fervently, demonstrating as much as telling a zoned-out and seemingly uninterested Sukuna all about a program you saw earlier that day.

"-and the male penguin searches the whole beach for the perfect pebble, right?"

"Mhm," he chews absently.

"He'll walk all over looking for the best one. It can take days sometimes!"

"Mm..."

"They usually look for the shiniest ones and then when they find it they- Ryo?"

"Hm?" He grunts without looking up.

"Are you listening...?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I, uh. Then they-" you fade out watching as his eyes glaze over. "Nevermind..."

He looks up just in time to catch your polite yet sad smile as you return to eating your dinner in quiet.

*****

He's not sure what started it, or even why you're upset. All he knows is a fight has broken out between you. Nothing too serious, but enough that you've taken a drive to clear your head, something you've rarely done before over an argument. It worries him.

Sukuna is used to fighting. He does it all the time. You could argue it's his favorite passtime. But not with you. Not here. His home is his sanctuary and you are his refuge. An unfamiliar feeling of guilt and unease settles in his stomach making him shudder. Absently turning on the TV and moving to his chair, he decides to sit, remembering to check for stray rocks this time. Staring blankly into space, wondering what he's done to set you off and how he might fix it, a feeling of déjà vu reaches his mind from the distant voice on the television.

"-he's spent days searching for the perfect stone. Now, as he makes his way back toward his chosen mate, the male penguin is hopeful she'll accept his courtship offering."

His eyes flick to the screen with rapt curiosity as the penguin offers the beach's shiniest pebble to the waiting female.

"Placing the pebble carefully within the center of her nest, she displays the male's offering as a sign of their successful pairing. Now the two will continue to hunt for rocks with which to complete their nest together."

Sukuna bites back the ridiculous urge to pump his fist in triumph for the hopeful male. Springing to his feet, he knows exactly what he must do.

*****

Later that evening you return, the bitter sting of your earlier argument now a soft ache in your chest. You decided to run some errands while you were out, huffing through the door with the entirety of your grocery run split between your two straining arms.

"Woman!" Sukuna's voice cuts through the quiet, its usual edge replaced by doting concern. "Let me help you!"

"It's fine, Ryo, I-" you stop dead in your tracks, eyes landing on a fixture you've never seen before. A bag slides from your slackened grip, punctuating the silence. "Ryo? What is that?"

"Do you like it?" He asks, eyes cast timidly to the side, one sheepish hand stroking the back of his neck.

"You...you built a shelf for all my s-stupid rocks while I was...gone?" Your words catching in disbelief.

"I can take it down if you don-"

=FWUMP=

All the bags hit the floor simultaneously as your arms wrap tightly around his middle, face buried against his chest. Salty tears stain his robes as you babble incoherently against his heart's steady beating. After a moment, he taps your shoulder.

"There's a new one, too," he hums in a low voice. Pointing toward the shelf's center a glittering pebble the same shade as your eyes catches the evening's fading light. "I didn't spend hours searching an entire beach for it..." he jokes softly, "...but I hope you'll still..."

Reaching up, you pull him in for a salt-stained kiss- the first of many more that evening. The fear that you bore him, the occassional worry that he doesn't care to listen to the ramblings of a half-mad woman in love, swept away by the lessons of a penguin and one perfect, shining pebble.